“Time is Money”

Time for a little story.  I’m sort of trying to become a morning person for the sole fact that I’m like…an adult, and I keep reading all of these articles that say like the main successful people in the world wake with the sun and make sure they get breakfast and a workout in before they do anything else.

Honestly, the times I’ve been waking up early, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, I have missed the part about waking up early where you actually have to go to bed at a reasonable hour the night before.  In part because both Austin and I always get into projects around 10, sweeping the floor, writing posts, or throwing in a load of laundry, and in part because I flip on Bob’s Burgers and get caught up looking at emails and texting friends.  Totally my fault.  I know it’s doable to go to bed early, but I need to make concessions for it.

But anyways, I’ve been waking up on Thursdays early, around 5am, to teach a class.  I took the class on because I thought it would be an impetus for me to get up and try to get in bed early.  I’m working on it.  So this morning, I woke up at 5:20, managed to pull on clothes with my eyes closed, and was out of the house by 5:30pm, with enough time to turn on lights and get set up for class.

Of course, an instructor’s worst nightmare happened, and I went to flip on the stereo, and I could not get the dang thing to turn on!  I ended up having to grab someone from the front desk to help me (which I’m sure they loved at 5:45am), and I ran out to the car to grab some backup speakers I just happened to have.

Anyways, in the midst of all of this happening, someone, presumably, who wanted to participate in the class, came and started to set her station up.  I explained that we were running only a few minutes behind due to the stereo issues, but that I would get them their full workout and still manage to get them out on time.

She seemed pissed.

“Time is money,” she said.  And she continued on, being aggravated.  Which I get, I mean, I wasn’t super thrilled about waking up to faulty equipment.

A minute or two later, we started class with the other participants, and she’d left her station set up, and was working out outside of the room.

I can’t say I was super disappointed, more a little lost as to why this really slight delay would completely sideline someone’s workout.  I am glad however, that she very obviously didn’t allow the hiccup to allow her to leave the gym and say “better luck next time!”

I’ll chalk that “time is money” up to the fact that she was annoyed to be up at nearly 6am.

I know I was.

My morning routine.

First off, I would like to address this.

So, I have made it a point not to address the riots in Baltimore on this blog.  I don’t know what to say.  I’m really really sad, and I understand, as a black woman, that there are a lot of frustrations on both sides.

will say, however, that I feel really really privileged to live in this tumultuous time in our nation’s history.  Our kids are going to look at this in their history books, and we’re going to be able to say that not only did we live through this, but that this time enacted a tremendous amount of change.  Changes in race relations, changes in our police force, and changes in the system, which are the most important changes there are.

Let me move along before I get all emotional though.

My morning routine. 

So Kristyn at Chits and Giggles posted on this last week, and I found her post really really interesting, so I figured I might borrow this topic, and tell you guys a little bit about my morning routine.  I’m also really nosy, and would love to know what other people are into in the mornings.

So…my mornings.

Okay, first, know this about me.  I am probably the only runner in the world who will tell you this, but I’m not a morning person at all.  I am a miserable human being in the morning.  I am horribly ugly, my eyes are typically closed, and the only way I can really get myself going is to shower and put on fresh clothes.  I seriously struggle with morning workouts, and I’m not sure how I survived in Pennsylvania, getting up for a workout, then breakfast most mornings.  My best guess is the fact that though Tony didn’t love it, we went to breakfast in our pajamas, our glasses, and the makeup from the night before. When I get up early to work out now, I usually don 0 makeup, will pop a piece of gum, and hope that I don’t run into anyone important. But you can’t really do that in real life all the time.

I digress however,

So my mornings.  They typically all go like this except for Thursday mornings, where I wake up, then lay in bed watching DVR I’ve missed for like an hour since I don’t go to work until like 2 on those days.

So typically, the cats, Satans 1 and 2 run around from about 6 on.


Austin usually gets up and puts Chester (the big Siamese) in the carrier because he likes to jump on the nightstands and break things in order to get us to wake up.

On a Wednesday morning, I will drag myself out of bed around 6:50, grab a bar from the pantry and a diet coke (judge away), and head in for a workout with Jill, the trainer. I usually don’t eat anything before, but drink plenty of water during the workout, and usually work out with Jill for an hour. After the workout, I typically eat a little breakfast at my desk, chug some diet coke and water, and open my laptop and get started for the morning.

See the fitness schedules that I'm working on for April and May beneath my new toy?
See the fitness schedules that I’m working on for April and May beneath my new toy?

Usually I putter around, answer some phone calls and emails, and will scoot just before lunch to jump into the shower and do my make up so I look presentable for at least some portion of the day.

What is YOUR morning routine like?